Livin' on the Edge
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 for all the stuff things are rated PG13 though there is some harsh language. Rating will change to R later when things get too racy.
Summery: Uhm.unexpected turns in events lead to . well . lots of crappy situations. Yeah I know, not too good. But give it a shot. Come on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And when I say nothing, I really mean nothing. Hell, my floppy disk was swiped from the school's computer lab. So the superstar's belong to the WWF. It's WWF FOREVER!
TimeLine: really makes no difference.
Distribution: Just ask me.
On with the story already.
A FEW DAYS LATER
Jeff slowly opened his eyes, looking around the oh-too-familiar hospital room. Wait, if he was here then that means... Damn it, it didn't work. He glanced down at his wrists noting the heavy bandages that wrapped tightly round. His eyes trailed from his wrists to the window. That figure...so familiar and he was looking right at Jeff.
"What do you think you're trying to do? Give me a heart attack?"
Jeff sighed as he looked away. "That's not it. I can't take this right now. Just don't say anything."
"Watch your tone with me, boy. And we'll talk about this now."
Jeff grumbled deep in his throat before meeting his visitor's eyes. "Dad, I said I can't handle this now."
Jeff's father walked closer to his son's bed. "Well you're going to have to handle this now because you have no choice. So answer me. What were you thinking?"
Jeff shrugged as he scooted further up in the bed, getting himself into a more erect position. "I told you already. I don't know."
Gil Hardy sat down on the bed, resting his hand on his son's arm. "Don't lie to me. But it doesn't matter anyway. I already know."
Jeff's eyes widened as he looked up at his father. "Wha.What are you talking about?"
Gil smiled. "Don't you think I know my own son? You've been head over heels for that redhead for years. But I never thought you'd."
Jeff lowered his eyes. "I couldn't take it."
"This is not a solution." Gil said, raising Jeff's arm for emphasis. "You do not try to kill yourself because you don't get what you want. I didn't do this when your mother died. I didn't do this when we almost lost the house. This is not an option. Ever."
"But she's never coming back. I don't want to live without her. Friend, Sister, lover; I don't care. I just want her here."
Gil sighed. "You know she found you." As Jeff's jaw dropped, the father continued. "She was heading up the stairs to see you and say that she's back. She wanted to talk to you. And she walks in on you in the bathtub that damned razor on the floor and your blood everywhere but in your body, where it should be."
"She found me." Jeff said, awed. And when Gil nodded Jeff raised his hands to his head, wanting to rake his hands through his hair. But once he felt the stubble he paused, a look of surprise now falling onto his features. "My...My hair." He ran his hands over his scalp then around his neck to his chin, noticing the complete lack of facial hair as well. "My beard. I... I don't remember shaving."
Gil shook his head. "So you really were in a trance." When he saw his son trying to stand, he only helped. Knowing that when Jeff's mind was set it was just easier to go with him. When Jeff was standing, the younger man started walking towards a mirror at the far side of the room. As Jeff stumbled, Gil supported him more, taking his son where he wanted to go.
When they reached the glass, Jeff shrugged away his father's arms and stood shakily on his own. He cocked his head, looking hard at his new appearance. When he raised his hand to stroke his jaw, his eyes fell on the bandages, noticing the large red stains still on his wrists.
The door opened as Jeff held his hands in front of him, staring at his reddened bandages.
"JEFF!" a voice screamed and the Hardy looked to the door seeing his brother and Jericho standing there. Jericho looked to Matt. "He's up. He's up! Go tell them."
Matt nodded. "Yeah. Yeah!" and he ran out the door and down the hall.
Jericho looked back to Jeff, his eyes wide as he ran to the Hardy and lifted him into the air with a hug. "You're alive. You're awake."
Chris put Jeff down and looked the younger man in the eye. Jeff met the gaze. "My hair."
Chris paused a moment then let out a hearty laugh, rubbing Jeff's head. "It'll take some getting' used to. But now you really got that baby-faced look."
Jeff couldn't help but smile. "I suppose."
"Ah, Jeff." Chris said, but the smile fell from his face as his eyes followed the Hardy's back down to his wrist.
Gil walked up behind his son, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Jeff slowly looked to his father, Chris then back down to his hands. "Dad? I'm sorry. I..."
Matt burst back into the room, immediately running to his brother and wrapping his arms around him. "Oh, Thank God." He said in Jeff's ear. After a moment, Matt pulled away and Jeff looked behind his brother to see Torrie. She smiled weakly at him and Matt wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's waist, a comforting gesture for the blonde. Torrie exhaled then walked to Jeff hugging him too.
Jeff pulled away, stepping back from Torrie and he continued walking backwards, away from all those in the room. His eyes glanced from one to the next spotting Chris, Matt, Torrie. He shook his head viciously before he could even focus on the others in the room. "No. No!" he called. "I don't want this."
Edge stepped forward from behind Matt. "Jeff, we only..."
"I DON'T WANT YOUR PITY!" Jeff practically yelled as he stumbled back landing hard on the floor. As Matt hurried to his brother, Jeff pushed away. "Don't touch me. Nobody touch me! I'm not a pity case."
The others could only watch silently as the younger Hardy struggled to stand again. As Jeff got to his feet, his eyes fell on Lita, standing behind Edge. But it gave no affect to him. He didn't see how she clung to the other man, almost afraid of him. Jeff made his way to the mirror, resting each hand to the sides of the glass, staring at his reflection yet again.
After a moment of very uncomfortable silence, Gil Hardy spoke first. "Jeff.son."
Jeff violently pushed away from the wall, the force sending him stumbling back again. But he caught himself, steadying his feet. "Don't Jeff son me. I ... I..." He looked at his wrists and tears sprung to his eyes. "I...I need new bandages. I need ..." And he started to unwrap his own wrists.
Lita looked around, confused at why no one just stepped forward and did something. Fed up with the situation, she pushed past Edge. "Adam, get a nurse or somebody." The blonde Canadian nodded and ran out the door. She continued walking towards Jeff, tears now pricking her own eyes. "Jeff, stop it!" her voice forceful.
He froze looking up at her as she approached stopping only inches from his body. And the two stood motionless staring into each other's eyes. After what had to be half a minute, Lita spoke first. "Please," her voice now shaken and pleading as she reached a hand to his cheek. "Please, stop."
The instant he felt her touch, his resolve crumbled as tears exploded down his face. He fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Oh God, Oh God. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."
Lita looked down at him and stroked her hand over his head, rubbing his shoulders. She had no idea what he was saying now, his cries making his voice a series of whimpers and sobs instead of intelligible words.
She looked towards the door as it flew open and two nurses ran in, immediately rushing to Jeff's side. The two grabbed Jeff's arms, trying to pry him away from the redhead. He shook his head harshly and grabbed onto her, refusing to let go. "No. No, leave me alone."
When the doctor entered, he stood stunned a moment, unbelieving of the scene before him. He shook that off and ran to help the nurses peel away the younger Hardy from Lita's waist. They pulled him away and towards the bed, but Jeff's eyes immediately grabbed the redhead's. They widened in fear as he saw himself being pulled away from her and he struggled against the medical staff.
"Just get him to the bed. And get these people out of here." The doctor ordered.
"No!" Jeff called, reaching for Lita completely unaware of the stunned reaction of all others in the room "Don't leave me. Don't leave me again. Please, don't go."
Lita's lower lip quivered as a tear slipped from her eye. She looked to her left, spotting Jericho and locking with his eyes. The blonde seemed on the verge of a breakdown himself, and something else about his look.
She raised a hand to her mouth, the shock of realization overwhelming her. She heard Jeff's continuing cries and pleads in the background as her eyes focused on the injection he was currently receiving. He did that because of her. He tried to kill himself because she left. He thought that she...
As Jeff succumbed to the tranquilizer, Lita felt herself get dizzy. And she feinted.
*** Yeah, so we're moving along nicely. Be sure to read my other stories. I'm also taking dibs on some other pairings of any divas with superstars you'd like to read. I have many ideas, just spit me some pairings and I'll see what I can do for some one parters for you guys. So review me an answer, Email me or IM me, just let me know. Other than that, let me know what you think of this chapter. THANKS AND KEEP REVIEWIN' ***
Author: Crimson Coin
Crimson_Coin@yahoo.com
Rating: PG13 for all the stuff things are rated PG13 though there is some harsh language. Rating will change to R later when things get too racy.
Summery: Uhm.unexpected turns in events lead to . well . lots of crappy situations. Yeah I know, not too good. But give it a shot. Come on.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. And when I say nothing, I really mean nothing. Hell, my floppy disk was swiped from the school's computer lab. So the superstar's belong to the WWF. It's WWF FOREVER!
TimeLine: really makes no difference.
Distribution: Just ask me.
On with the story already.
A FEW DAYS LATER
Jeff slowly opened his eyes, looking around the oh-too-familiar hospital room. Wait, if he was here then that means... Damn it, it didn't work. He glanced down at his wrists noting the heavy bandages that wrapped tightly round. His eyes trailed from his wrists to the window. That figure...so familiar and he was looking right at Jeff.
"What do you think you're trying to do? Give me a heart attack?"
Jeff sighed as he looked away. "That's not it. I can't take this right now. Just don't say anything."
"Watch your tone with me, boy. And we'll talk about this now."
Jeff grumbled deep in his throat before meeting his visitor's eyes. "Dad, I said I can't handle this now."
Jeff's father walked closer to his son's bed. "Well you're going to have to handle this now because you have no choice. So answer me. What were you thinking?"
Jeff shrugged as he scooted further up in the bed, getting himself into a more erect position. "I told you already. I don't know."
Gil Hardy sat down on the bed, resting his hand on his son's arm. "Don't lie to me. But it doesn't matter anyway. I already know."
Jeff's eyes widened as he looked up at his father. "Wha.What are you talking about?"
Gil smiled. "Don't you think I know my own son? You've been head over heels for that redhead for years. But I never thought you'd."
Jeff lowered his eyes. "I couldn't take it."
"This is not a solution." Gil said, raising Jeff's arm for emphasis. "You do not try to kill yourself because you don't get what you want. I didn't do this when your mother died. I didn't do this when we almost lost the house. This is not an option. Ever."
"But she's never coming back. I don't want to live without her. Friend, Sister, lover; I don't care. I just want her here."
Gil sighed. "You know she found you." As Jeff's jaw dropped, the father continued. "She was heading up the stairs to see you and say that she's back. She wanted to talk to you. And she walks in on you in the bathtub that damned razor on the floor and your blood everywhere but in your body, where it should be."
"She found me." Jeff said, awed. And when Gil nodded Jeff raised his hands to his head, wanting to rake his hands through his hair. But once he felt the stubble he paused, a look of surprise now falling onto his features. "My...My hair." He ran his hands over his scalp then around his neck to his chin, noticing the complete lack of facial hair as well. "My beard. I... I don't remember shaving."
Gil shook his head. "So you really were in a trance." When he saw his son trying to stand, he only helped. Knowing that when Jeff's mind was set it was just easier to go with him. When Jeff was standing, the younger man started walking towards a mirror at the far side of the room. As Jeff stumbled, Gil supported him more, taking his son where he wanted to go.
When they reached the glass, Jeff shrugged away his father's arms and stood shakily on his own. He cocked his head, looking hard at his new appearance. When he raised his hand to stroke his jaw, his eyes fell on the bandages, noticing the large red stains still on his wrists.
The door opened as Jeff held his hands in front of him, staring at his reddened bandages.
"JEFF!" a voice screamed and the Hardy looked to the door seeing his brother and Jericho standing there. Jericho looked to Matt. "He's up. He's up! Go tell them."
Matt nodded. "Yeah. Yeah!" and he ran out the door and down the hall.
Jericho looked back to Jeff, his eyes wide as he ran to the Hardy and lifted him into the air with a hug. "You're alive. You're awake."
Chris put Jeff down and looked the younger man in the eye. Jeff met the gaze. "My hair."
Chris paused a moment then let out a hearty laugh, rubbing Jeff's head. "It'll take some getting' used to. But now you really got that baby-faced look."
Jeff couldn't help but smile. "I suppose."
"Ah, Jeff." Chris said, but the smile fell from his face as his eyes followed the Hardy's back down to his wrist.
Gil walked up behind his son, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Jeff slowly looked to his father, Chris then back down to his hands. "Dad? I'm sorry. I..."
Matt burst back into the room, immediately running to his brother and wrapping his arms around him. "Oh, Thank God." He said in Jeff's ear. After a moment, Matt pulled away and Jeff looked behind his brother to see Torrie. She smiled weakly at him and Matt wrapped his arm around his girlfriend's waist, a comforting gesture for the blonde. Torrie exhaled then walked to Jeff hugging him too.
Jeff pulled away, stepping back from Torrie and he continued walking backwards, away from all those in the room. His eyes glanced from one to the next spotting Chris, Matt, Torrie. He shook his head viciously before he could even focus on the others in the room. "No. No!" he called. "I don't want this."
Edge stepped forward from behind Matt. "Jeff, we only..."
"I DON'T WANT YOUR PITY!" Jeff practically yelled as he stumbled back landing hard on the floor. As Matt hurried to his brother, Jeff pushed away. "Don't touch me. Nobody touch me! I'm not a pity case."
The others could only watch silently as the younger Hardy struggled to stand again. As Jeff got to his feet, his eyes fell on Lita, standing behind Edge. But it gave no affect to him. He didn't see how she clung to the other man, almost afraid of him. Jeff made his way to the mirror, resting each hand to the sides of the glass, staring at his reflection yet again.
After a moment of very uncomfortable silence, Gil Hardy spoke first. "Jeff.son."
Jeff violently pushed away from the wall, the force sending him stumbling back again. But he caught himself, steadying his feet. "Don't Jeff son me. I ... I..." He looked at his wrists and tears sprung to his eyes. "I...I need new bandages. I need ..." And he started to unwrap his own wrists.
Lita looked around, confused at why no one just stepped forward and did something. Fed up with the situation, she pushed past Edge. "Adam, get a nurse or somebody." The blonde Canadian nodded and ran out the door. She continued walking towards Jeff, tears now pricking her own eyes. "Jeff, stop it!" her voice forceful.
He froze looking up at her as she approached stopping only inches from his body. And the two stood motionless staring into each other's eyes. After what had to be half a minute, Lita spoke first. "Please," her voice now shaken and pleading as she reached a hand to his cheek. "Please, stop."
The instant he felt her touch, his resolve crumbled as tears exploded down his face. He fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Oh God, Oh God. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."
Lita looked down at him and stroked her hand over his head, rubbing his shoulders. She had no idea what he was saying now, his cries making his voice a series of whimpers and sobs instead of intelligible words.
She looked towards the door as it flew open and two nurses ran in, immediately rushing to Jeff's side. The two grabbed Jeff's arms, trying to pry him away from the redhead. He shook his head harshly and grabbed onto her, refusing to let go. "No. No, leave me alone."
When the doctor entered, he stood stunned a moment, unbelieving of the scene before him. He shook that off and ran to help the nurses peel away the younger Hardy from Lita's waist. They pulled him away and towards the bed, but Jeff's eyes immediately grabbed the redhead's. They widened in fear as he saw himself being pulled away from her and he struggled against the medical staff.
"Just get him to the bed. And get these people out of here." The doctor ordered.
"No!" Jeff called, reaching for Lita completely unaware of the stunned reaction of all others in the room "Don't leave me. Don't leave me again. Please, don't go."
Lita's lower lip quivered as a tear slipped from her eye. She looked to her left, spotting Jericho and locking with his eyes. The blonde seemed on the verge of a breakdown himself, and something else about his look.
She raised a hand to her mouth, the shock of realization overwhelming her. She heard Jeff's continuing cries and pleads in the background as her eyes focused on the injection he was currently receiving. He did that because of her. He tried to kill himself because she left. He thought that she...
As Jeff succumbed to the tranquilizer, Lita felt herself get dizzy. And she feinted.
*** Yeah, so we're moving along nicely. Be sure to read my other stories. I'm also taking dibs on some other pairings of any divas with superstars you'd like to read. I have many ideas, just spit me some pairings and I'll see what I can do for some one parters for you guys. So review me an answer, Email me or IM me, just let me know. Other than that, let me know what you think of this chapter. THANKS AND KEEP REVIEWIN' ***